I´m staring at the ground I´m bloodless, thrown away from the sun What´s lost cannot be found I can´t return your tears If I ever live to be a thousand years
I´m staring at the ground I never wished you a broken heart Coincidence put you down He won´t withdraw those tears If you ever lived to be a thousand years
What do I have to say to make you stay? What do I have to do to make you happy?
I´m staring at the ground I wish I could bring the spring to your door To the coldest side of town I carry your wounded dreams Like the devil´s deeds in the pocket of my jeans
What do I have to say to make you stay? What do I have to do to make you happy?
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